As the Dove sings her morning song....
Honeyed dew drips from the rose
Sunrise serenade has begun ablaze
Gently as the willow branch blows
In sweet warnth of summers daze



Fresh scent of Jasmine fills the air
As breaks in beauty
Roses open in rainbows fair



In the meadow wildflowers gloss
from the winds mellow toss
In moments soft embrace



Morning begins with the innocence
of the kiss
Of natures grace
Bonnie Ray 2004
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